The charm if this nature is elusive and irresistible, though one doesn’t call it the land of plenty.

Intense heat and long summer’s lack of water, cold winters with little amount of snow, shrill winds, snow and dusty storms… This is a steppe.

But enchanting starry nights filled with chirr of cicadas, long expected coolness and fragrance of the motley grass, rejoicing of larks at dawn, majestic conciliation of sunsets, air of entrancing purity… This is also a steppe.

Being silent, scare at the first glance, it’s full of life, sounds, colours and scents.